luke watched you fiddle with your denim skirt while sat in the passenger seat of his bmw, he sighs for the probably fiftieth time and moves his hand over to hold yours whilst his eyes are focused on the road ahead. “yknow, you’ve met my parents and brothers, and they love you. this is just the excess family that opinions don’t matter. my cousins and aunts and nieces—all of them, doesn’t matter. stop worrying.” he says in his oh so comforting tone, and looks over at you as he stops at the red light. his thumb gently grazing over your hand.